"Mommy, Why are you wearing your breakfast suit?"
That's what Lucas asked me a few nights ago when I had put my nightgown on early in the evening. He's accustomed to only seeing me in my "breakfast suit" early in the morning when I slump into the kitchen and toss a granola bar and some fruit his way.
I'll spare you the horror show that is me in said nightgown and move on to this cute little picture:
This is Zachary and Lucas at Grammy and Paw-Paw's house making cookies. Not sure what Lucas is adding to that cookie dough, but those may or may not be chocolate chips. Just saying.